Does my mobile bleed if I break it?

It is not an arbitrary decision to begin my post with a quote from Franz Kafka. I did not choose it because he is my favourite author (which he is), but because it applies so well to our reality; a reality that we might or might not be aware of.

I don’t know. I am not responsible. wait until you can enter the next office. you cannot see the CEO. first, you have to see all the other small and smaller directors and the directors‘ adjutants. we are aware, but you know, it’s difficult, we are doing all that we can, but please be a sensitive individual and understand that the situation does not allow us to do any more. be happy that there is still hope. the things might change, but for now, this is what it is. we do work for you, but we have to work for ourselves first, isn’t that a sensible thing to do? All Kafkaesque replies to simple and straightforward questions. I do wonder when, actually more precisely if, Franz Kafka will ever walk away from our lives? And even if he is as I stated one of my favourite authors, I would more than gladly wish him “farewell”.  But the western world so stubbornly reenacts Kafka’s novels and short stories, while the rest of the globe can’t escape Dante’s Inferno, that I started to wonder what distinguishes us from the beasts we are so scared of?

Knock-knock… knock-knock… no answer, no answer even when there is an answer.

Like the fictional character Joseph K., the danish director of the documentary film Blood in the Mobile, Frank Piasecki Poulsen, knocks at many doors asking the same question and mostly getting the same answer in different forms and with different smiles. In contrast to K., Frank is not seeking to unravel the mystery behind his own conviction, but to trace back a mineral which’s illegal sale sentenced to death hundreds of people on the other side of the globe. He starts knocking and then he starts traveling until he touches the heart of the monster. Until he dives down in dark and the pulsating soul by the hammers rhythm, of the Bisie’s mines in Congo where the conflict minerals contained by all our electronics are extracted from. As the fictional character, he does not get any direct answer from the mammoth company, the company from which he has been buying his phones. Nokia does not know.

Money makes the world go round. There is only so much time when you can gain money and you mustn’t loose it on worthless things like… lives, for example. What does a life represent when put front in front with a pile of money? Nothing. And the saddest truth is not that it happens, but that we all act like well-doers. As a rotten apple, which is still red and juicy on the outside, the western world, hides its worms, its sins, its crimes behind a sadistic benevolent and welcoming smile. “We do all that we can, but it takes time.” And it will continue to take time as long as there is still money to be gained.

If you have money, you eat. If you have no money, you are not hungry.

People die in Congo digging for Coltan, people die in China assembling iPhones, people die in America taking risky selfies. Is just the cycle of life, isn’t it?

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